Funny thing about perspective is that all you ever know is your own. After posting about our amazing walk in the rain, I asked Tom to read what I had written. Toward the end he started laughing. He said “You make it sound like that is how we both felt, and I didn’t feel that way.” I was caught off guard a bit. From my perspective, it was a magical and soul-cleansing experience, but for him it was completely different.
Now he didn’t disclose what he did feel, but just that it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t thinking that at all. HA! I guess I just assumed that my experience was also his. But how could it be?
We are different beings. Different souls. Different minds. Different thoughts. Different energies. We see through different eyes, and perceive through different brains.
I guess we only ever know our own perspective. And I think that’s okay.